New Ulm weekly review., 1887-11-30
flush. the trembling Of the little hands!
all told plainly that she, too, loved

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He loved me before she came with her
beautiful fower-like face, to rob me
OF that love. Was she blind that she.
did not see chat we were betrothed? /
prayed that she might go away, and
leave us to ourselves once more, and
Robert would 60 back to his old fond
ways. His caresses were growing cold
er, his kisses lighter. I spoke OF his
seeming neglect; he answered lightly
taking my hands in his and looking
fondly atme. Nonsense. Matte! Do
you know, my little girl that you are.
growing nearer and dearer to me every
day?'
For a time was satisfied, trying to
be content with butashare ofhis love.
We were seated in the garden, one
afternoon in the early autumn, Rob
ert, Kathleen and I. She was looking
unusually handsome in a dress OF soft
India null My lover had just paid
her a well-merited compliment, for
which she was about to make a gra-
cious reply when Aunt Martha came
to US.
Robert" she said, placing her hand
fondly on his shoulder as she spoke.
"will you gather sour grapes for me?
/ find that some OF the lunches hang
too high. The girls will 60 with you
and hold the basket . Il
He rose to comply with her request.
Kathleen was at his side in q mo.
ment, while ! refused to join them,
feigning a severe headache.
They do not want me-" ! reasoned
within myself.
. | watched them as they walked
away together, he carrying the little
wicker basket. and she tossing her
bright curls with that coquetish air
that came so natural to her.
I cannot tell you what tempted me
to follow them; it must have been
some evil genius. Slowly I followed
them down the pathway, taking every
precautlon. however, not to be OBJ
served. Seated upon rustic bench, I
could seeevery movement Of my lover
and Kathleen.
+ How lovely she looked standing in
the orchard, the sunlight falling
athwart the lovely upturned face upon
which smile rested. Never was seen
a afairer vision. Her sleeve ofsoft tex
turs falling back, showed the shapely
outstretched arm. Fl.
Sometimes a peal OF merry laughter
would fail upon my ear. s
They did not miss me; not even
Robert. He was content with Kath-
leen.
The basket was full to overt1owing,
and still they fingered. One bunch OF
t,,Soioyyo rro r,oc-fcn 1oo a.
was in Roberts hand. lie stopped to
put it with the Others, when their eyes
met, their hands touched.
Was I dreaming? Alas, No! ] saw
him stoop, and kiss her fondly.
: / waited no longer. With a cry Of
pain ! turned and fled to the seclusion,
Of my own room, where [ sobbed out
tbs troubles OF my young heart with
only God to hear me.
went away quite unexpectly. l
was homesick, told Aunt Martha. I
left a letter for Robert, giving no ex-
planation Of my conduct, simply tell
ing him it was better we should part.
I was a proud girl and would not
stoop to acknowledge a rival.
remember taking the ring he had
given me from my hand, and what a
struggle it cost me to place it with the
letter-the asst letter that I should
ever write to Robert.
came home to mother, who was
quite an invalid, and needed all my
care. .
never heard from Robert, save
once through Aunt Martha, who
wrote:
"Of course, Martha. you've not for
gotten Robert, whom, to speak can
didly, you treated rather unkindly.
He has gone to London to practice
medicine. He is doing we'll"
An old newspaper had fallen into
my hands. where was, ssn account
of brilliant reception. Among
the guests were the names OF
Doctor Robert Preston and wife.
I knew it was Robert and Kathleen.
] made no inquiries, and receiving no
further information, took it for
granted that Aunt Martha's kindness
OF heart prevented her from again re-
ferring to the past. closed my heart
forever.
The world will never know me as a
disappointed woman, I thought, flat
tering myself that I had quite succeed
ed in deceiving humanity in general,
until the gossip had come upon me
with her idle words, bringing to life
the bitter past that / thought had
buried years ago.
"Going to church service, Miss Ken
wood?"
|. It was my neighbor that asked the
question, Marcia Hall. A dear little
girl, with the utmost faith humankind
in general.
y / smiled family as I caught sight OF
the new bonneu with it's dainty rib
Hbons, evidently gotten up for the new
curate.
young and FOOLISH" thought /.
ssWait until she's six and twenty, and
I'll wager she will not buy new bon.
net for all the new curates in the town.
Slowly we walked to church on that
bright Sabbath morning, Marcia chat
ting gaily, and dressed in the plain
est OF dresses, walking silently beside